
I sometimes find myself reflecting back upon events in my life. For reasons I can’t explain, these are events that didn’t impact me nearly as much then as they do now.
There are a handful of times in my life where Death came for me but Fate denied its prize. My family knows about one or two of those times. There are several.
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The mailroom is where we went to mail letters that needed extra postage amongst other things. We also picked up packages sent to us by family and friends.